College Shenanigans
Instead of writing one big story, I decided to write a few mini ones. Enjoy!
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THINGS IN COMMON
“Vamos, lá irmão! Hold up, let me take one more peecture!”
Landon had decided to spend a day at the beach with his new roommate, Noah, so the two could get to know each other better. Being a freshman from a town a few miles north, he had very little in common with his Brazilian exchange student, who was in his final year of college. Landon had decided that a day with just the two of them might be the best, and he knew of a nearby lake that could promise a day full of fun. Instead of swimming however, Noah had spent the last three hours explaining the entire Borba family tree while taking pictures with his new camera. He hadn’t stopped talking about his own life once, never trying to make a connection to Landon.
“No, let’s go,” Landon growled as he walked away, “This was just a waste of time.”
“Wait up!” Noah shouted as they reached the car, “Jeust hold up.”
“What?” Landon asked, opening the trunk, “I was wrong, we have nothing in common. This was a mistake.”
“Eso tats te problem?” Noah asked casually, “I can fix tat.”
“How?” Landon replied sarcastically, turning around to face Noah.
FLASH
“To estart, we boat are eseniors.” Landon nodded in agreement, but it was just similar age.
FLASH
“We boat love football. Look at our sexy, fit bodies; tey weere built for esports.” Landon smiled, he really did adore the activity. The two played together often, usually-
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“We’re boat exchange estudents, only yer Esalveec. I tink you’re from Ucrânia?”
“Так,” Ladislas agreed, his low voice rumbling. Originally from Kiev, he ha-
FLASH
“We’ve been roommates for foor years now! We even plan-ned on liveeng togeter after college.” Memories of the two being best buds suddenly filled Ladislas’ head. The two were always-
FLASH
“Don’t forget our eshare-ed love of tight cloating, it eshows off our beeg packages.” Ladislas gave a dumb smirk, groping himself lazily through his too-small speedo. He-
FLASH
“Neiter of us are very semart, I mean you barely espeak any Eenglish.”
“You right,” Ladislas repli-
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“And meost importantly, don’t forget tat we love each oter. You always leet me domeenate. For the past few years, tat teeght bubble butt has been my favorite esight to esee–e penetrar.”
Ladislas rubbed himself, his huge dick suddenly throbbing. What were they arguing about, and why was Noah still taking pictures? They had come to the car for sex, not more photograp… fotog… whatever it was called. Ladislas began to smirk cheerily, for all his dull mind could think of was the pounding he was about to get.
“I vant sex,” he grunted, “Now.”
Noah happily obliged.
INSTANT FRATIFICATION
[Gay to straight TF altered/removed]
Chris sat mopingly, feeling alone as his best friend had randomly disappeared into the giant party around him. He wasn’t keen on coming in the first place, but Edward had insisted that they should go. It was hard to say no to anything he said, because for the longest time he’d had a crush on Edward. But there was nothing Chris could do, as he knew that the other would never reciprocate his feelings. Edward’s few girlfriends had proved so.
Suddenly, a large chant was heard as a herd of frat boys began parading around, stripping off their shirts to reveal chiseled mid-sections and arms that looked to be made of marble. They all looked identical, with their half-naked appearance, a beer in hand, and matching white caps. One confidently swaggered over to Chris, placing a snapback on his head before twisting it backwards.
“Name’s Evan, broski,” he greeted, the empty baritone tone somehow reminded Chris of Edward. There was no way this could be him though, as his best friend was about as short as him, with little body hair and a flamboyant personality. The creature in front of him was tall, muscular, and oozing masculinity.
“Uh… hi,” Chris said, standing up. He stretched before extending a hand, his eyes level with the frat boy’s.
“You looked pathetic, bro,” Evan said emphatically, as if he was trying to sympathize, “Thought I might try to help.”
“Help with what?” Cristo said, his voice taking on a deeper tone as he got defensive.
“Calm down, dude!” Evan put his hands up, noticing possible danger, “I was just being friendly.”
“Oh, uh sorry,” Cistop replied awkwardly, stretching again as muscles erupted across his frame, “I was just waiting for a friend.”
“It’s alright, but it looks like you might need something to take the edge off.” Evan then proudly presented a cheap beer, “These always work.”
“Thanks… bro.” Istophe quickly grabbed the bottle, chugging the flavorless alcohol down his throat. As he did, his feet expanded slowly, destroying his white socks with loafers. Instead, two black Nike socks quickly grew upon his gigantic feet, with a pair of Birkenstocks appearing underneath. The man quickly took the last gulp, with Evan standing in awe and pride in front of him.
“Dude! That was great!” Evan said, patting the other man on the back as his shirt disappeared.
“It was-” before he could finish, the jock quickly covered his mouth. Suddenly, a huge belch escaped, taking his intellect with it. The newly-minted frat boy smiled dumbly, chuckling to himself.
“Bruh, you done? I need a wing man” Evan stated, taking Topher out of his haze, “There some bros over there who have been checking me out like crazy. I need to get laid!”
Evan ran off, his perky butt bouncing with each step. Topher’s python sprung alive, and as a chinstrap snapped around his face, his gaze strayed from his broski's ass to another dude's lips begging for his dick. Grabbing a pair of sunglasses, Topher groped himself as he made his way over to Evan and the frat bros, ready to dump a load just like the many nights before.
PISSED
“I ought to teach him a lesson.”
Professor Lostetter was at his wit’s end. The idiotic lacrosse star, Preston Braccini, had once again disrupted his class. For the entirety of the class, he had called the professor by his first name. It may not seem like much but after the third “Nicholas,” the professor turned around and yelled at the student, both to the surprise of Preston and the class. This wasn’t the first time Professor Lostetter had troubles with the student, but he would make it his last.
After his last lecture, he snuck down to the locker rooms, knowing practice was currently keeping Preston busy. Snooping through the room quietly, he found an open locker with the outfit he saw the jock wearing earlier that day. He then proceeded to the athletic department’s printing room, knowing it would be an adequate place to hide for a few minutes. Making sure no one could see him, he delicately pulled down his suit pants to reveal a semi-erect penis in his white briefs. Massaging his balls, Lostetter knew he didn’t have much time, so he’d have to be quick.
Grabbing his dick out of his tighty-whiteys, Professor Lostetter slowly began to piss all over Preston’s clothes. Each article was slowly soaked in the steamy liquid, making the room stink of urine. As soon as the last spurts came out, the professor quickly cleaned himself up and, after gathering the clothes, placed it back where he found it. He smirked to himself as he left the locker room, knowing his problems were finally behind him.
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Preston grudged back into the locker room, tired after a long, back-breaking practice. Coach had pushed him extra hard today, making him stay an extra hour to work in the gym. Too tired to shower, he decided to just change and then go back to the dorm. He stripped from his gym wear, showcasing his rippling muscles while he slowly put his other clothes on. Preston noticed the outfit felt a little damp, and it reeked too, but he just assumed it was his sweaty self. Grabbing a can of Axe, he hosed himself down, making sure to cover every inch. He then proceeded to grab his backpack and leave.
Strolling around campus in the night, Preston felt a little anxious to get back to his dorm. He grabbed his phone and began texting his girlfriend, not noticing how his shrinking feet carried him down a different path than he usually took. While his sneakers transformed into leather, he didn’t realize that he was guiding himself towards the history building, located on the other side of campus from his dorm. Putting his phone back in the pocket of his joggers, Preston climbed the steps to the main door, the clickety-clack of his heels hitting lightly on the concrete.
Pushing the doors open silently, Pren couldn’t figure out why he had come here. Something told him he had forgotten to grab something during one of his lectures, so he decided to explore. As he wandered around, his white ankle socks slowly grew up his calves, with every new centimeter gaining a different colored stripe. Finding a stairway, he began his ascent to the second floor, each step up bringing him in a half-inch down. By the top, he had lost 6 inches to his height, now as tall as the average male with hairier and less muscular legs than before.
Ben searched in the common area; for some reason he felt like he was getting closer and closer. Looking around, he couldn’t feel his massive cock slowly sinking in on itself, losing a few inches and girth as it too became average-sized. Ben however did notice the feeling of his jockstrap expanding. Pulling up the top of his bright blue suit pants, he was surprised to see a slightly dirty pair of white briefs. Studying them, he recognized that they were the same kind Professor Lostetter wore. He wasn’t gay or anything–he only knew because he had pulled the man’s pants down once or twice. Forgetting what he was doing, he let go of his waistband and continued his search, unaware of the boner tenting in his pants at the thought of the professor.
Benjie, assuming what he was trying to find wasn’t here, trudged over to the third floor stairway, his expanding butt jiggling with each new step. Making his way up, his university crewneck slowly inflated, creating two layers. The gray hue sunk away as the shirt beneath became a silky white with buttons. The article on top expanded, becoming the same shade of blue as the pants. While a floral tie and handkerchief secured themselves in their locations, Benjie’s physique began to disappear. A once prominent 8-pack sank into a thin layer of fat while two meaty pecs simply ceased to exist. The powerful arms of a college lacrosse player became the mediocre arms of a 39-year old. Hair quickly filled in Benjie’s pits as a watch appeared on the wrist of his widening hands.
Strolling around the top floor, Benjamin found himself in the professors hallway. Each side was lined with offices for different members of the history department. Walking down the dimly lit hallway, Benjamin didn’t notice his tie tighten itself, pushing back a prominent Adam’s apple. As he got closer to his destination, his face rearranged itself. The once devilishly-handsome jock began to lose his prominent features. First, his jawline expanded as he grew a large cleft in his chin. Little bits of fat filled in the once narrow face, causing the sharp cheekbones to disappear. His lips, nose, and ears grew considerably as his hairline thinned and pushed back. Brown became the new blonde as Benjamin’s hair grew dark, filling in a 5 o’clock shadow as new age lines began to appear. As the last of Benjamin’s youth disappeared, he decided to knock on one of the office doors. He then sat down on a the ground, not realizing the vast amounts of athletic knowledge flowing out of his head to make room for studying, degrees, and many other scientific facts. Man-spreading, he eagerly waited for the door to open.
“Professor Presler!” Nicholas smirked as he saw the older man sitting on the floor. He looked incredibly nerdy, making the professor all the more happy with the apparent sucess.
“Professor Lostetter,” Benjamin replied in a light tenor tone, “I’ve been diligently waiting for you.”
“Oh sorry, I forgot to grab something before I left, but I’m leaving now.” Nicholas answered while locking his office door. He then turned around and fondled Benjamin’s package, enjoying the shrunken cock and balls.
“I can’t wait to play with this when we get home,” Nicholas purred. He then spanked the other man, who jumped in reply. Nicholas deviously smiled as they walked off.
“I ought to teach you a lesson.”